I Hope They Get To Me In Time

I am eight years old
Daddy is cutting my hair
Aqua Velva on his hands
Momma is in the kitchen
Got fried green tomatoes
Popping in the pan
I see a home run, a goal line
Holding my friend getting baptized
I see her beautiful face under that veil
As she is walking down the aisle
I can hear the sirens coming
Smell the gasoline and smoke
I am pinned against this steering wheel
Pretty sure my arm is broke
I can see the flames and my life
Flashing right before my eyes
I hope they get to me in time
I could see the headlights swerve
So I cut the wheel to the right
Last thing I saw was that bottle turned up
As he crossed that center line
I see tiny hands, brown eyes
Falling to sleep to that lullaby
And you slide over next to me
As I turn out the lights
Please Lord, I am begging you
Do not let me go like this
There is so much left that I want to do
So much I do not want to miss
I can see the flames and my life
Flashing right before my eyes
I hope they get to me in time
Just get to me in time
Please get to me in, in time